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Fucking Flowers Like I don’t have better things to do than visit her stupid grave. And if they think I’m bringing a bundle of white lilies, they’ve got another thing coming. Not like she knows there are rotting flowers for …

Lacy I held her like a breath, touched my lips to her cool, plastic nose, squeezed her stuffed body until it was flat against the contour of my neck; perhaps to return to the Portland summer I slept beside my …

Nothing but Noise If you want to talk to your husband and your husband is very new be sure to speak right into his ear so the words don’t get caught between your throat and the noise hovering in space …

We went to where the man had said would be a good place to hitch. We tried to hitch our way out. It was one of those gas stations in the middle of nowhere. Off the autobahn, and surrounded by trees. Even if …

Early Memory of Writing I am diligently composing postcards. On the porch of my father’s house. Postcards that display the beauty of the island. The waterfalls in Ocho Rios. The white sand beaches in Negril. Waiting for him to come …

No-One She ponders upon a quote from the French philosopher Lacan: “I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think.” This has her thinking about thinking and thinking about where this is, where she does …